let’s sit on the floor of my room and pull the strings from our chest and place them in each other’s hands and say, “i love you. is this enough to show how much i love you?”
let’s lay on our backs and look at the sky and wish we were birds instead of humans because birds don’t get their hearts broken, they just fly side by side until they can’t fly anymore.
let’s walk for miles with no direction and get lost in each other, because lately i seem to know you too well and i miss being surprised by you.
let’s kiss under a blanket of stars and the rising sun and the ceiling of my room so that everyone and everything knows that i love you more than anything i’ve ever loved before.
let’s scream at each other at the tops of our lungs and break each other’s hearts again and again, only to fall back together in the end because we both know we’re better together than apart.
let’s love each other in the moment, and the rest will fall into place.
« the sun and the moon. dearest brother and sister, opposites and incomplete. their love for each other is brutal, yet hidden under a veil of stars. they rarely agree on anything, really. one shining bright in the sky, the other guiding lost souls in the dark. but you know what they say about twins; they are two sides of the same coin. a golden coin. »
I’m jealous of everything that surrounds you. I’m jealous that the wind gets to tussle your hair and kiss your lips every day, when I can’t. I’m jealous that strangers in the street get to look at your beautiful face; they might not even consciously realise they’re looking at you, but I’d do anything to glance over and physically be like ‘that’s my beautiful girl’. I’m jealous that when you look at the stars, they look back at you and make you smile, and I can’t. I’m jealous of the sun that slowly creeps through your window in the morning and places warmth upon your skin, I wish that was me. I’m so jealous that people get to see you, hear you, smell you, encounter your presence every day - sometimes completely disregarding the little things about you - and I simply can’t. I am jealous.
If I was a bird
I would sit by your window
To sing and wake you up,
If i was air
I would Roam around you
Touch you every where
And you’ll never know
That i m here,
If i was sun
I would give up
All my light to you
So you could shine more than
anything in the whole wide world,
If i was moon
I would come to you
Give you blanket of stars
And I would watch you sleeping
All night long,
If I was given a wish
I would have made you mine
Through the space and time.
Prompt #2. Sneaking out in the middle of
the night with Khal Drogo to play in
For: my sun and stars (I know who you are anon 😉)
A/N: This isn’t going to be so much sneaking out cuz Drogo’s a fucking khal,
he doesn’t need to sneak out, he can do whatever the fuck
he wants! I’m also NOT going to write anything in Dothraki, just pretend
they’re speaking it!
You shiver a little,
wrapping your arms around yourself, it was Christmas Eve, the moon was out, and
the snow was gently falling; it was the perfect night for a stroll.
“You look cold my
Khaleesi,” You hear a deep voice say behind you. You don’t need to turn around
to know that it’s your husband, Khal Drogo, “What are you doing out so late my
“It’s so beautiful
outside, I just wanted to take a walk,” You wrap your arm around his. You walk
a bit further in silence, until you let go of his arm, and kneel down, grabbing
some fluffy snow in both your hands. You stand up and throw it in the air; it
gently falls back down, covering you as you spin under it. You feel Drogo’s
eyes on your body, and he chuckles quietly.
He walks up to you
and puts his hands on your waist, lifting you into the air and spinning you
around, the delicate snowflakes lace your hair. You giggle, “Put me down
He puts you on the
ground and you grab another handful of snow, this time, throwing it at Drogo,
he looks at you slightly surprised, he regains his composure and a smirk forms
on his face, he grabs a handful of snow and chucks it back at you. The night
goes on and the two of you are on the ground covered in snow. Drogo gets up and
pulls you up with him, he gives you a peck on the lips and you pull away to
sneeze. He chuckles and pushes your wet hair away from your face, “Let’s get
you inside my Khaleesi.”
“Anha zhilak yera (I
love you) Drogo,” You whisper.
Summary: You’re Oswald’s queen and he wants you and everyone else to know it.
A/N: I love this man more than anything in the world. He is my sun and stars and my moon and the light of my life okay and I would like to apologize to you all right now because I catch hard feelings for Oswald and you’re all probably going to be seeing quite a bit of him and Mr. Nygma in the very near future.
“Sir, Miss Y/N is here.” one of Oswald’s servants poked his head in the door hesitantly, hearing the screams of pain coming from Oswald’s ‘Throne Room’. Immediately the scalpel was dropped on a table and Oswald smiled even bigger.
“Clean this up, bring her in immediately.” Oswald grinned. The bleeding man in the floor was taken out of the room and the tarp covered in his blood went with him just as you walked in. Five or six guards and people serving Oswald stood at the ready as you walked in and he made sure all of them were listening when he beamed, “The queen of Gotham, my one true love!” and stepped off his throne to meet to with a quick kiss.
“I brought sandwiches.” you smiled, your cheeks burning red.
“You…” he smiled. “You’re magnificent.” he nodded, reaching into the brown paper bag. “You’re all excused, I’d like to have lunch with my queen.” he looked into your eyes as everyone in the room left you alone with Oswald. “I love you, Y/N.” You smiled as he took out the sandwiches and placed them on the table beside his throne chair. “You were treated well on your way in?”
“Yes, Oswald. They took my coat, offered me a drink, food, and immediately asked what I needed.” you smiled, listing the things the three young men int he foyer offered you as you stood by his throne. “While they were letting you know I was here, one offered to build a fire in the fireplace and when I told him I was actually a little hot, he offered to go out and buy me a fan.”
“He didn’t offer to fan you himself?” he seemed to be getting angry.
“Oswald! I’m fine!” you giggled. “Don’t get over dramatic, my king.” you hummed, a smirk on your lips.
“I do not get over dramatic. I just want everyone to know that you are my queen and I want them all to treat you like one.”
“Oswald, I’m not a queen.”
“You are.” he hooked his fingers in your belt loops and pulled you into his lap. “I promise to always treat you like a queen.” he smiled, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Now,” he kissed your neck. “And tomorrow, and forever.”
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Today is a holiday on this blog, a national day. My queen, my angel, my sun and stars, my happiness, Mikasa’s Birthday.
I’m going to reblog every happy wish and token of love I find, prepare yourself for an avalanche.
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